Farming in the Immortal Mansion

Ye Ling sighed: "It's really hard to compare people to each other, and you have to throw away goods when comparing goods! After all, I can be regarded as a registered disciple of the god, why don't there be any gods to curry favor with me? Also, I have been in Tianshu Villa for so long. Have you ever heard that Gongye Wujiu knows how to refine weapons? This guy is very hidden, he must be lazy!"

Zixuan smiled and said: "The gods must be doing their best to cultivate heaven's proud girls, but master, don't be discouraged. The ancestor is very fond of you and does not dislike you because of your poor spiritual qualifications. I also accept you as a disciple. In total, your seniority is much higher than that of the deity. Even Miss Lu has to call you Master Ye."

Ye Ling smiled bitterly and said: "That's because of Fairy Youyue. The ancestor just loved the house and the crow. Others don't think so. Since you don't make rubbings, I will put the jade slips away. I think Gongye Wujiu is unreliable. It’s better to rely on yourself than to rely on others!”

Seeing that Ye Ling looked a little lonely, Lu Binglan persuaded: "Junior Brother Ye, if you have anything you want to refine, or resources needed for cultivation, just tell me and I will get it for you!"

Ye Ling waved her hand to stop: "No need! You are the one who is valued by the gods, how can I be so shameless as to ask for resources for cultivating immortals? I can live well by myself, so I won't bother Senior Sister Lu."

After that, Ye Ling packed up all the storage bags belonging to the monks of the Mo family, loaded them on the Qianzhang Snake Bones, and carried the two of them back to the canyon.

Liang Yuzhu was waiting eagerly at the entrance of the valley, not knowing how the battle was going. She was relieved when she saw that they all returned safely.

"Junior brother, how many storage bags have you hung on the snake bones? It looks like you have gained a lot!" Liang Yuzhu's eyes lit up and she couldn't help but admired.

Ye Ling smiled slightly: "They are all top-quality magical weapons and flying swords from the Golden Pavilion Immortal Sect. The forging techniques are very exquisite. You can choose whatever you want!"

Ye Ling looked at his senior brother who was sitting cross-legged in the seven-star array, meditating and regaining his strength. He was relieved when he saw that his face was rosy and he was calm and calm, and everything was as usual.

Only the little Taoist boy Yunxiu was still a little distraught, his eyes were a little dull, his breath was unstable, his body was getting hot and cold, and he still looked a little weak.

Ye Ling held his pulse and tried to use advanced rejuvenation techniques to heal his injuries, but with little success.

"Strange! Everyone seems to have recovered more than half, but Yunxiu has not improved. Could it be that he is more evil than others?"

Ye Ling was somewhat surprised and asked Zixuan to bring out the soul of the demon rabbit from the Shura Palace and ask: "What is so strange about the demon dance in your Shura Palace? Why is he the only one who is so restless that he becomes like this?" Looks like, is there a way to resolve it?”

The Demon Rabbit Soul Taoist Tong Yunxiu glanced at it and hurriedly reported back: "My lord, you don't know something! This little Taoist priest was temporarily lost in his mind. His three souls and seven souls were affected, and he has no master. It doesn't matter, as long as he drinks it. Some of the yin and death energy and cold energy soak into the soul, and it will wake up."

Ye Ling nodded: "Well, you can give it a try! If it doesn't work, I'll punish you again!"

Ye Ling put away the spirit of the demon rabbit, and simply took out the ghost king's coffin prepared by the old ghost from the underworld at the bottom of the canyon, dragged the little Taoist boy Yunxiu into it, and placed it on the soul-gathering bead at the nineteenth joint of the thousand-foot-long snake bone.

In addition, Ye Lingsheng was afraid that the death aura was not strong enough, so he raised the Thousand Soul Flag and shouted: "Hunxi, come back!"

Countless ghosts, coupled with the lingering death energy of the Soul-Gathering Pearl, completely covered the Ghost King's coffin, almost placing the little Taoist boy Yunxiu in purgatory, with howling winds and ghost cries shaking the sky.